Motivation, or the Lack Thereof

When we last read this blog, we saw that our humble author had cut a nighttime run short due to an upset stomach.

Ok, ok, that's enough third person for now.

I took off from running Tuesday and yesterday because I just didn't feel all the way better, but planned to go for a run this morning. I woke up, feeling mostly better, but all I could think of were reasons not to run.

• "It's REALLY cold out."
  
  
• "Maybe I don't feel all the way better."
  
  
• "Bed is so comfy."
  
  
• "Aww...I don't want to get up and disturb the kitten."
  
  
• "I stayed up too late last night."
  
  
• "I'm too hungry to run."
  

The bottom line behind all these excuses was just that I had absolutely no desire to run today. The thought of going for a run appealed to me about as much as the thought of chugging a Grande Lima Bean Frappuccino.

(Higgy also lacks willpower at times.)

Later in the day, I did drag myself out for a run, and it was a pretty good bounce-back from Monday's debacle-run. Still, my lack of motivation and enthusiasm was enough for me to ask myself, "Do I actually enjoy this?"

I'm not sure of the answer to that question, but I think it's worth milking into a future post.

Date: December 9, 2010

Distance: 10.13 miles

Time: 1 hour, 38 minutes, 39 seconds

Location: York Haven to Goldsboro (and back, thankfully)

Cats Spotted: None :-(

Dogs chased by: Again, it's only a matter of time before one of the local pit bull jumps over his/her fence. But that day was not today.